This is a song about "Love temptations"

Craving and then slitting throats temptations of flesh,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Baby if you want my love

And i can't help but notice

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

And she's trying to resist temptations of being impul-sive

Without the sound of guns

Mixed with open temptations

Who cares about hearts and love

Ships that sail to distant places

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Or know them testament verses

Yet the things that i love

Pocket racked up all big faces

Show me love show me fuckin love